My brother called to tell me that he and Simone got engaged yesterday on their anniversary of 6 years together! He asked her to marry him in German, and apparently he actually said something like, Please, will you find someone for me to marry? 😀 It’s about time, John! Karin LOVED her first soccer practice, so much so that when they were done with the actual “practice” stuff and were playing games, she refused to play because she wanted to keep on kicking the ball so one of the trainers had to go and work some more with her. The...

rain-spitty grey and squinty glare work work work work more work good lunch more work massage coming up thank god it’s been a month and I need one sooooooooooooooo bad pick up martin show him off at police station so he can get his swedish passport renewed grocery shopping nap on couch i hope dinner reading surfing bed That’s all I got.

The concert last night was AWESOME!! We got to Rådhuset (City Hall) at 8:30 and gathered on the steps until everyone was there. The Old City Hall was built in 1546 and it’s a very imposing building on Stortorget, faced by a giant verdigris green statue of Karl X on horseback. When it was still a real city hall (it’s since been outgrown), it was lent to king Gustav IV Adolf for a year 1806-07, as he thought Malmö a far superior location to Stockholm in times of continental wars (and never liked Stockholm anyway) and chose to move the...

Grilled chicken rubbed with barbeque sauce, grilled onions, tiny baby broccoli florets, rice mixed with white and yellow corn, topped with butter. *drool* That was Friday night’s dinner. The sun has been peeking out at intervals today, sticking a toe in and then wrapping clouds around itself while going brrrr I slept in, or rather, dozed on and off this morning, after being awake until 2:22 a.m. last night, the last point I looked at the clock. Anders played hockey at 9 and just got back from the building store with a big ol bag of cement. I’ve got laundry...

That white flowering explosion behind us in the farmyard? It’s called hägg in Swedish. I didn’t know what that was in English, so I looked it up yesterday and turns out it’s a bird cherry. They’re everywhere now. I can’t stop seeing them now that I know what they are. It’s like when I got my engagement ring and everyone on the el train suddenly had big sparkly rocks on their fingers. And when I was pregnant, and SO WAS EVERYONE ELSE. It was freaky, man. I have a major compulsion to know the names of things. It bugs me...

Along Planteskolevägen, daffodils bow their heads and curtsey before the royal red crowns of the regal tulips. The sun is out, and you’d think by now I’d be used to it, but no. It’s just as awesome and bright every day it makes an appearance. The fields are plowed and turned and fertilized and some of them are even green, tiny little rape plants already pushing forth. Fields of rape. Rape fields. Amazing that something that sounds so potentially horrifying produces such unbelievable BRIGHT yellow blooms. You’d swear they’re fake. Nothing can be that yellow, right? Wrong. I don’t like...

This house exists now only as a mind picture. I haven’t been there since I was a teenager and my childhood memories are more romantic than reliable. My father’s father died when I was 5, and I don’t remember him physically at all. I have his eyes, though; my genes remember. He was a doctor and he and my grandmother lived in a beautiful ranch-style home in Northfield, one of Chicago’s aristocratic north side suburbs. This meant nothing to me as a child, since snobbiness wasn’t my own family’s style. My grandmother lived on in the house for years after...

Whenever someone asks whether I’m the kind of person who sees the glass as half-full or as half-empty, I always reply that I see the glass as TOO BIG. I can’t remember if I read that somewhere or if I made it up myself, although it’s much cooler to think I came up with it on my own. Meeting someone in person that you’ve had a connection with online is a strange feeling. It’s like recognizing an old friend from long ago that’s changed in some substantial way. Until they say something exactly as you’ve heard their voice in your...

The shit hammering continues. bleah.

Busy busy weekend which just flew by until it crashed to a stop this afternoon after I dropped jes6ica and galestorm at the train station to go their respective ways home. I returned home and crashed myself, on the bed, for over an hour. I feel like, as jes6ica so succinctly put it not so long ago, hammered shit. I just hope that I didn’t give whatever this bodyslam is to either one of them. Thanks again for dinner, Jessica, and Gale for the yummy homemade chocolate chip goodness. It was GREAT fun! 🙂 Weekend highlights: Friday night’s Social Circle...